18 GLAUCUS; OR, 
world are there busy, if he but knew it, fattening 
his trout for him, and making them rise to the fly, 
by strange electric influences, at one hour rather 
than at another. Many a good geognostic lesson, 
too, both as to the nature of a country’s rocks, and 
as to the laws by which strata are deposited, may 
an observing man learn as he wades up the bed of 
a trout-stream; not to mention the strange forms 
and habits of the tribes of water-insects. More- 
over, no good fisherman but knows, to his sorrow, 
that there are plenty of minutes, ay, hours, in each 
day’s fishing in which he would be right glad of 
any employment better than trying to 
‘‘Call spirits from the vasty deep,” 
who will not 
‘‘Come when you do call for them,” 
What to do, then? You are sitting, perhaps, in 
your coracle, upon some mountain tarn, waiting 
for a wind, and waiting in vain. 
rt 
‘‘ Keine luft an keine’ geite, 
Todes-stille fiirchterlich ;” 
